.Voices From The Past
The attic was hot and dusty, the day
I decided to have a look around,
My attention was drawn to the corner
Where two ancient trunks were found.
My curious nature took over, and when
I anxiously opened the heavy lid,
There, neatly laid one upon the other..
Books that for many years were hid.
Authors of another time...now gone,
Still, their voices speak loud and clear,
I sank on the couch that was stored nearby,
Basking in names I’ve held so dear.
With trembling hands I turned the pages
Of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Poetical Works,
Her sonnets seemed to jump out at me, while
Beneath this book, more history lurks.
Henry W. Longfellow, George Elliot, Shakespeare...
My mind was being flooded with poetic history,
So rare a find, for many years kept in storage
Until the day fate chose to shine on me.
Tennyson and Keats were among the rest,
Which included many writers of prose,
In another trunk lay works of Lord Byron
Followed by Moore, Emerson and Bowles.
I felt at peace among the written words
Of such as these…refreshed and encouraged.
My trip back home was greatly rewarded by
The Past coming forth out of storage.